Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“You ready for this, sunshine? I can’t guarantee how long I’ll last, but you can’t hold back.” Christ, I feel like a damn virgin, ready to nut the second you get inside someone.
“The way you’re teasing me, I won’t last long either.” Her own voice is choppy, breathless in a way. I pull my hips back, grunting at the loss of her heat searing me from the outside in.
“We’ll come together.” A shudder leaves me when the head of my cock glides inside, wetness helping along the way. The feeling is out of this world. “Sunshine, you can’t do that,” I tell her when her pussy flutters along my length, baring down in a way that makes me stutter step.
“I can’t help it. It feels… wow.” That’s one way to put it. Another inch, another deep breath, one after another until I’m planted completely inside of Millie. My head drops between her breasts. Keeping my cool is a thing of the past.
“It feels more than wow. Jesus, I could have had this with you all along. I can feel everything. Your wetness, the soft satiny feel of you clutching my cock. Son of a bitch, Millicent, I will never use a condom with you ever again.” I lift my head. Her green eyes meet my gray ones. It’s then that I realize this isn’t just sex. It’s more than that. I slowly pull my hips back and slide back in.
“Ditto, but, well, you know, maybe a bit different. Oh God, that right there.” I roll my hips, watching as her eyes glaze over with a different type of desire. It’s a need unlike before, and thank you, God, she’s on the same page. I move until my forearms are on either side of her head, caging us in, watching her the entire time. She closes her eyes when I swivel my hip as I thrust inside of her tightness. She sighs in pleasure, the yearning need when I pull back only to glide inside.
“Millie, eyes open,” I groan. That ripple is her tell. She’s about to come, and I want to watch.
“Ezra.” She does as I ask.
“I want your eyes on me when you come, taking me with you.” Her gaze stays locked on mine. The rasp of her nipples along my chest, the way her legs are wrapped around my waist, locking tighter than they were, heels pressing deeper, it all pushes me closer to the edge.
“Ezra.” My name leaves her lips when she comes around my bare length, sucking the come out of me with every clench. Fuck, the feeling, it’s indescribable. I’ll never forget this moment. Ever.
TWENTY-THREE
Millie
“Wake up, sunshine.” I swat at Ezra’s head whispering into my ear at some ungodly hour, I’m sure. Last night, he had no problem claiming my body, giving me multiple orgasms, barely taking a nap in between until one of our hands was finding the other.
“It’s too early. Go away,” I grumble into the mattress. My head is somehow under the pillow. Ezra lifted it up, so light is pouring through the small gap, which means it’s later than I usually sleep in on a Sunday morning. The one day a week when I’ve got zero responsibilities in the adulting department except for grocery shopping and cleaning. Given that most of my time is spent at Ezra’s, even that isn’t much to do.
“Millicent, it’s close to noon. You sleep all day, what are you going to do tonight?” He moves until he’s lying behind me, hand sliding up my side. I’m on my stomach, naked from last night, preferring to not put anything on after our last orgasm. I knew there was a chance he’d just rip it off of me. A woman can only buy so many pieces of clothing before she gets tired of replacing the items.
“What?” I roll over until we’re face to face, blinking the sleep away. Ezra’s completely dressed, and not in lounge clothes. He’s in a white cotton shirt and jeans. I love dressed-down Ezra on a Sunday morning, and I’m missing it, damn it all to hell. “I’m getting up. I need a shower, to brush my teeth, and coffee.”
“That can wait. The private investigator reached out to me this morning. The reason why I’m dressed and not in bed with you is because of that call. Sunshine, you wore me the fuck out.” Ezra is only eight years older than me. Forty is not old by any stretch of the imagination, but being told you wore your man out, it’s pretty freaking spectacular.
“Me, little ole me wore out Ezra Hudson. I find that hard to believe since it was you who wanted to beat your personal record in the orgasm department,” I tease him. I love seeing that gleam of pure male pride in his eye. “Should I get dressed for the first half of the conversation regarding what your PI told you?”